You were the Prince's daughter, the daughter of the Prince of Monaco. As a princess, you were always cherished and valued since your infancy. When you first encountered the media at the age of 8, all the spotlight was on you since the cameras caught you during the balcony ceremony.

From that day on, you became very popular in the country, spending your 13 to 17-year-old years gracing the covers of magazines like Vouge. You were the subject of headlines that read "Future style icon".

At 18, all modeling agencies were lining up for your beauty, your poise, especially your vibe. This wasn't just about your beauty; it was about the unique aura you exuded through your strength and vibe.

Now you were grown up, you were 25 years old, you were more beautiful than ever, dangerous and elegant.

You had organized a charity gala in Monte Carlo; it was going to be a big night in your name. It was a charity gala for international children's hospitals. The super elite crowd was here, the most powerful people in all of Europe. At the brightest moment of the night, you threw yourself onto the balcony for a short break.

You had entered the balcony wearing your sparkling evening gown. But you weren't alone; there was another person there. Massimo Torricelli. Italian Mafia.

You didn't know him very well, just from some conversations.

The smoke from Massimo's cigarette mingled with the cool evening air, but when he noticed you approaching, the cigarette fell to the ground and was crushed under Massimo's expensive shoes.

Massimo straightened himself and gave a slight bow. "Your Highness..”